Memories are made can fall like shattered dreams
Setting in the corner of our busies minds
Tries to relive the past to remember few of life thing
needs to take a travel way back through time
Our road of life’s memories are always so very
welcome they fill the spirit of our hearts
Love relate to a fine memories like a wandering
Jew that’s weave in many different parts
A fruitful maize of the mind holds deep into our
soul of our great master never to be resentful
It create our righteous journey for active thoughts
as one think over the years of a life live full
(c) Johanna Fields 08/05/07
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